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So little of what we observe, is the herself.
Elaborate, scented coiffeurs. D'Amour.
is the heirs ballroom.
Let the give you presents.
Heaven from her throat,
as she and as she dances.
The of rich swine, honeyglazed and dripping,
in the air.
My mouth and wishing.
But I return to nightingale.
Her hair all red.
it is and wild.
My will be fed.
Boys on the alter of Diana,
sometimes they died.
The cunning, merchant,
and his four horses.
Tales told in manner.
The by the fire.
While deeply on this sight,
the songster my desire.
You are sweet and fine to to.
Long about your neck.
Yet is false.
mighty evening, I've seen no face.
This is me. My quill it aches.
Turn the swans that drew my poets craft.
dwell in desolate cities.
You my wings.
I leave ode,
victorious through the carnage.
I wanted to touch all.